HOLLOWNESS-Part one

The hollow space of the mind,the coefficient of the jungle,being its conscientious codex codified as the cockcrows,cockahooped regardless of its cockadoodledoo,from sunrise tis sunset,Will not solace dampsquib as howling wilderness in its coefficient ofexpansion nor warm the cocklesof the heart,at the cock of the walk,to trickle down purple passage,gilded trump of stardom nor this cockleshell onboard they paddle if not capsized to live in clover,that it may live like fighting cock,Does the centrifugal choplogic,ever touch the right cords,to chuckle with contemptuous contentment,out of chromatic cholera,choosypalms not a chorus girl sings?Simpleton's catharsis,burst out of this codswallop,cannot be browbeated of its jungle's coefficience,And when thrust its coldsteel,coldstorage stuck,this blemished carthasis shall speak,at the harvest of time.Conscience smitten and its impenitent clowns,a hollow psychotic connive,cannot the deep contratile burns and contrition unearth,Burning viccisitude of fortified calories